Terry Parker High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Jacksonville, FL)

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I am Sexy Blue I feel a soft. bluish-green. Your eardrums would accept me yellow. Swing me is seeing a blanket of red. I smell a rosey rose color. My taste is an awful green. But my actions are a Sexy Blue! Student Poet: Chuck Wolf. Reflections It is fast and sleek. It comes on strong. You are caught up in it long before you realize it. There is nothing like riding a wave and defying gravity. You are the master of the sea. Picture yourself locked in the green room. Where one false move means the difference between life and death But if you succeed it takes your breath. In and out. up the wall, down the wall, all over the face of the wave you leave strange patterns. You can feel the power rumbling beneath you. your body swings upwards to carry you up and above harm's way. Your board carries you to safety as you turn to paddle out into the ocean to once again defy death. Student Poet: Mark Morrison. Student Artist: Brian llyser. Medium: Macrame. 'lhe World Like a castle without walls this world seems to be like locks without keys so you cannot sec. Student Poet: Danny Kelly. 298

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It is more thiin the tubes, chain, wheels, and tires which arc involved in it's physical make-up. It posses an almost human-like soul which at limes makes it seem alive. To simply view the bicycle as a conglomeration of cold steel and rubber is to do it a grave injustice. Because of the personal involvment in utilizing the bike, bicycles reflect the feeling and the attitudes of the owner toward it more than any other machine. Many view the bike as just another means of transportation-they are missing the point. It is more often reduced to the role of child's play toy. Certainly a bike can physically be ridden between two places without a thought of the bike itself. However, it is likely that these children regard the bike as a temporary form of transportation to be disregarded later for a more practical means. They cannot understand the bike because they cannot see it as it really exists. The fault lies primarily with the manufacturers who turn out bikes by the millions as mere machines, 'nicy throw together inferior materials into a device that bears no more resemblance to a bicycle Ihun a toy car does to the real thing. It is indeed nothing more than a plavtoy. A true bicycle is made by hand with care and precision that arc at once evident to the discerning owner. The finest materials arc used not only to make a precision machine but to give it a personality. Why is the bike more than just a machine to its operator? The answer involves the unity between bike and rider: the bike becomes an extension of the two and they become one. Their personalities merge until it is impossible to distinguish the individual chamtcrictics of each. No machine involves its operator so completely and requires more of him than does the bike. Pedaling hard up a hill, flying down at high speed, steering to avoid obstacles: the bike and rider are one. Simply put. one really wonders whether the bicycle is carrying the man or the man is carrying the bicycle. Student Author: Bill Greene. Revolution is the tool of liberation for oppressed peoples. It is the execution of the right for all humanity to be free, the nght to control one's own life without interference by a government whose actions scree not the welfare of those governed but. rather, the welfare of those who govern. It manifests itself out of an extreme need, the need of freedom for people everywhere. The Rev-volution is the final alternative in the fight against oppression. When all other methods fail, a Revolution is the only hope. Those who oppress arc its victims, the members of the government who misuse the power invested in them by the people. Its purpose is justice, causing the government to answer for its crime against humanity. The cause of a People's Revolution is universal. It results from a government that refuses to yield to its responsibility of granting to the People what they want, freedom. Instead of being sensitive and responsive to the pleas of the governed, the government ignores them in favor of carrying out policies favorable to its own welfare. The People can tolerate this usurpation of their rights for only a limited time, all the while attempting to rid themselves of this injustice by working through the channels established by the government for the expression of grievances. When working through the system fails, the only alternative is Revolution. With the Revolution comes either total defeat or total victory. With defeat, the People's final hope for liberation has been destroyed. But the fruits of victory far our weigh the suffering of defeat. For with victory, the People's will has been carried out. No longer will the People be denied what is rightfully theirs, no longer will the government take priority over the governed. Student Author Mike Borkson. Potpourri. 297

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 Fooling Poems” When I listen to music. When 1 listen to a teacher It makes me feel like sleeping, except when she changes her style of teaching instead of talking and giv ing assignment. When I listen to the coaches yelling at me. It makes me feel like I am the biggest dummy in the world. When 1 listen to one of my fiends speak. It makes me feel so glad to be alive and know I have those friends. When I listen to music. It makes me feel I can escape from my problems for awhile by listening to it. When I listen to laughter. It makes me feel like laughing louder. When I listen to a sad song that tells a story. I feel like I'm in that place and thinking over that problem. When I listen to many people. It makes me feel sometimes confused. When I listen to the band. It makes me feel sick. When I listen to the teacher. It makes me feel like learning what she is saying. When I listen to Jesus Christ Superstar. It makes me feel happy knowing he loved us enough to die for us. When I listen to my grandfather. It makes me feel good. When My grandfather speaks it is with authnority and age-old wisenoss. He knows exactly what I like and treats me like an adult. When I listen to James Taylor's music. It makes me feel thoughtful and philosophical. When I listen to my boyfriend's voice. It makes me feel happy. When I listen to the song. Good Mornig Love. It makes me feel that everyone should wake up with that on their minds. When I listen to the birds singing, pouring rain, or a running stream. It makes me feel happy, clean, and joyful. Student Poets: First Period Compositon.